every move that I make You've got me all wrong It's not the real me screaming you away It's that selfish sadness ruining every day Everything is wrong
controls every move that I make You've got me all wrong It's not the real me screaming you away It's that selfish sadness ruining every day Everything is wrong
you really understand? One-syllable word, old man? You got a problem with my space? Get your look out of my face 'Coz I've had it with your lies You'
can't take us all Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all have peace on the sets again Imagine that if it took place Keeping the smile off their
and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s bored
like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job No colors or rags, just guns and masks We not scared to blast and dip off fast With the Dungeon
like me you know I don't If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song D is for what
on my day off With David Sonnenberg I play golf Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov Problem with no man Before black, I'm first human Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with
out Fuck that shit is serious Give it to `em niggas, kid show them how real it is These punk motherfuckers get their head pushed, leds bust Guns on their
mayback Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black And Backwood on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped P.P., don't carry that weight Nigga redhead, fuck with chicks if their head
shots, fuckin with hoes Box chevy with the spokes and vogues, niggas didn't know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo Hard head, young nigga don't believe that
Nelly-san Manolos, ma, no no's, I can't tell Everybody and their hoochies, when you do it, do it well Let me see you take it off Girl, go and take it off
play like rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons, ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their loved ones
, 3 stories high The deepest bass and the real fresh high So step off your throne, they're on the loose The DJ's from Miami with all the juice So consider
, I'm steppin' off in the tunnel with a funnel of Keystone Ate a ten-strip of blotter, been wiggin' all week long Y'all keep on with that jibbery-jabbery
There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon And a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon And there's no one around to hear their
That will insure a kill A kill is what you want A kill is why we breed The christians love their guns The church and nra Pray for their salvations Prey
has been drawn what side are you on? try to do it right but everything is wrong and so I stare at the dregs of the earth clear blue skies to the deepest of dirt with
